There was that old jacaranda, which they had lopped back before its season of blue, perhaps for the very purpose of preventing it. But, although deformed and angular in its present state, the painter was made to visualize the divine tree in its intensity of blue, wrapped in shawls of it, standing in pools of it ... Then Blue reached down, and yanked the Jew up ... So, in his mind, Alf loaded with panegyric blue the tree from which the women were lowering their Lord. And the flowers of the tree lay at its roots in pools of deepening blue ... Patrick White |